RE: The Fortuna Rp (We''ll come up with a name eventually)
06-28-2018, 02:58 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-28-2018, 02:58 AM by bappitybapcat.)
"Come on, Yu, that's no way to think," Indigo stressed a moment after reading what Yu had written. "Come on, let's find us a room to get your mind off things. I know you'll feel better afterward."
Yu was still for a few moments, before finally writing one word onto the now cluttered page of her notebook. All it read was "Fine". She slowly stored the notebook and pencil back in her inventory and stood up, moving like tar. Her shoulders were severely hunched. She glanced up at the long, spiraling hallway. The first door she laid eyes upon she decided to try. Moving over to it she saw that it was labelled number '191'. With a sigh she opened the door, preparing herself for the worst.
What she got wasn't the worst, but it also wasn't the best, her luck just didn't seem to be with her today. The room was quiet small, being only 200cm by 200cm by 250cm. Over head a singular fluorescent bulb flickered, giving Yu a headache if she looked at it for too long. There were only a few objects littering the room, one being a grey seat that looked like it was from an airline originally, but now it resembled nothing more than a torn, chair like blob of foam with the metal frame skewed horribly in the wrong directions. The seat also had other, smaller, metal shards stuck in it at random places. A simple shelf was attached to the cold, metal wall above the seat, it held only dust and nothing more. The last thing in the room was the haphazard stack of a few moth eaten bags and suitcases that had a thick layer of dust over them, just like everything else in this room. Everything in the room was cold, grey, and sad, much like Yu.
"Why do they even have this room?" Indigo asked upon first seeing the room. Yu didn't know, she didn't know anything. She didn't like the room, but she couldn't bring herself to keep looking, besides, she deserved such a crumby room after what she did today. Yu didn't even make it one step into the room before she just flopped onto the ground of the room, sending up a plumb of dust.
Yu was still for a few moments, before finally writing one word onto the now cluttered page of her notebook. All it read was "Fine". She slowly stored the notebook and pencil back in her inventory and stood up, moving like tar. Her shoulders were severely hunched. She glanced up at the long, spiraling hallway. The first door she laid eyes upon she decided to try. Moving over to it she saw that it was labelled number '191'. With a sigh she opened the door, preparing herself for the worst.
What she got wasn't the worst, but it also wasn't the best, her luck just didn't seem to be with her today. The room was quiet small, being only 200cm by 200cm by 250cm. Over head a singular fluorescent bulb flickered, giving Yu a headache if she looked at it for too long. There were only a few objects littering the room, one being a grey seat that looked like it was from an airline originally, but now it resembled nothing more than a torn, chair like blob of foam with the metal frame skewed horribly in the wrong directions. The seat also had other, smaller, metal shards stuck in it at random places. A simple shelf was attached to the cold, metal wall above the seat, it held only dust and nothing more. The last thing in the room was the haphazard stack of a few moth eaten bags and suitcases that had a thick layer of dust over them, just like everything else in this room. Everything in the room was cold, grey, and sad, much like Yu.
"Why do they even have this room?" Indigo asked upon first seeing the room. Yu didn't know, she didn't know anything. She didn't like the room, but she couldn't bring herself to keep looking, besides, she deserved such a crumby room after what she did today. Yu didn't even make it one step into the room before she just flopped onto the ground of the room, sending up a plumb of dust.